Chapter 184 Times have changed, but they have changed back again (3/3)
Can the bullets of ordinary firearms be compared with the clam water bullets that can easily penetrate the reef and shatter the crystallized steel and stone trees half a meter thick?
Of course not.
The ordinary gunpowder weapons currently in service on Terra have a muzzle velocity of about three times the speed of sound and a kinetic energy of about four thousand joules. It is not a problem to hit people, and it is also no problem to hit ordinary steel armor. However, against armor, it is obviously several times better than ordinary gunpowder weapons.
The legacy of pre-era technology is indeed useless.
Even the 'alloy heavy armor' that can be made thicker and weighs two to three hundred pounds due to the excellent physique and materials technology of the Terran people can easily block ordinary bullet warheads. Only with blessing
Only the special firearms of the alchemical charging module can pry open these real iron cans whose armor thickness is measured in centimeters.
In other words, ordinary firearms cannot even break through the elemental sand armor on the outer layer of Ian's skin, and it is difficult for him to break through his skin.
But the boy didn't plan to deal with these natives this time, so he just used his "trunk card".
So he just ducked.
Bang bang bang!!
More than a dozen firearms were fired simultaneously.
Ordinary humans are naturally unable to dodge bullets. Their dynamic vision cannot see the bullets, let alone control their bodies to dodge.
However, not to mention that Ian has a silver chip that enhances his all-round perception and provides incredible nerve signal transmission speed... relying solely on the basic qualities of a first-level sublimate, it is not difficult to dodge the fire suppression of several guns.
In fact, because of Hilliard's training back then, the young man felt that he could avoid it with his eyes closed and relying on pure sense of the essence.
In Ian's mind, the muzzles of all the guns aimed at him extend into straight lines, with possible dispersion ranges. More than a dozen guns form a network, and each mesh line will expand. That is
Theoretically, muzzle vibration will cause stray bullet errors.
And this website is full of errors and omissions.
The moment the natives raised their guns and pointed them at him, the boy had already taken a step forward. His burst of speed could reach fifty meters per second, and in an instant he had already rushed into the vicinity of the natives holding guns on the left.
The natives who were aiming at him from dozens of meters away thought they were safe, but in fact they were very close to the sublime!
This abnormal sense of distance is one of the reasons why it is difficult for ordinary people to fight against sublimated people.
Bullets crisscrossed behind him, and the concussive sound was still chasing the bullet itself, but Ian had already raised his sword and cut it down.
Swords are more suitable for stabbing and killing enemies with extremely aggressive penetrating power. Only knives can chop... But for ordinary people without armor, even indigenous people with skin as tough as tree bark can only
Easily split open by steel objects.
What's more, the speed at which Ian swings his sword requires all your strength, and it's so fast that you can only see a circle of scattered sword light.
puff!
Just an arc-like sword light swept across, and the heads, shoulders, waist and abdomen of the three natives were cut off by a slanting cold light.
Before they even realize it, their heads and bodies have been separated from the body below them.
When a wave of blood splashed on the faces of other surrounding natives, it took them a while to realize in shock that their target had broken into them.
"Don't worry about each other, shoot!"
The leader immediately issued an order to prevent their elite team from causing Ian to defeat them one by one because they were worried about their teammates. However, the result of his order was to be targeted by Ian, and the white phantom rushed towards him faster than a sharp-clawed tiger.
Come.
Bang bang bang!!!
The indigenous team fired with all their strength, without any regard for their captain, and began to fire continuously.
In an instant, just as Ian penetrated the captain's head with his sword, and the huge force completely shattered his head, dozens of bullets were already in the air, shooting towards his whole body.
But how could this hurt a Wavesinger who had been honing his skills for four years?
Long before he swung his sword, Ian had already recited the words, and the water and mud flowing in the foggy forest rose into the air, turning into a turbid mud shield behind him, constantly vibrating and rotating.
The bullets that flew like raindrops fell into the mud shield and were immediately distorted by a huge force of rotation and concussion. Although the makeshift mud shield was quickly consumed and disintegrated by the large number of bullets, this was not the case.
Buying time for Ian to move around.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ian's figure disappeared from the eyes of these natives.
"Up there! He's in the canopy!"
A keen hunter noticed Ian's movements, but it was too late for Ian to swing his sword and jump down from the branches of the jungle. He was like a strong wind carrying countless blades, blowing in which direction.
will be torn into pieces.
Blood splattered, but there were no wails or screams.
These natives who are skilled in the use of firearms are obviously the best among the best. If there is a head-on confrontation in an unprotected plain area, or a long-distance ambush when Ian is not paying attention, they will definitely pose a threat to him... But here
It's woods.
It is the dominant area for the ‘natives’, not the dominant area for the ‘gunmen’.
The assistance and training they received over the past four years allowed some of the indigenous elites to quickly achieve firearms prowess, but they still followed the teachings of their ancestors, which led to conflicts.
And Ian's chance.
"emission!"
There were a few natives in the back who never fired and hid aside. The firearms in their hands were much larger and bulkier than ordinary gunpowder firearms.
But when they finally locked onto Ian, they saw Ian throwing away his sword. The sharp sword light penetrated one body, and the body smashed into the air of another.
The third one activated the alchemical fire gun. Immediately, as the ubiquitous sand gunpowder was ignited, the super-fast bullets entwined with lightning tore through the air like real lightning and shot straight towards the boy's heart.
This is an alchemical bullet that can penetrate five centimeters of super-heavy armor. Even some of the armor's weak points can be blasted away at close range. It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary first-level Ascendant to block such a small projectile.
But Ian can block it. But he doesn't need to block it.
Although throwing the sword made his body stiff, the sublimated person did not need to follow the behavior of ordinary people.
"Left."
Before the hunter pulled the trigger, Ian had already pronounced the words, and the water in the high-pressure water gun at his waist followed the Wavesinger's command and moved directly to the left.
This force pulled the boy's body, which was stiff for a moment, to dodge the alchemy bullet that flew out. The bullet flew very far away and hit a large tree that was hugging each other, causing sawdust to fly and the hole to open wide.
The fact that the alchemical firearms did not hit made all the natives fall into despair... because after Ian took a breath, he once again pulled out the sword from the corpse of the natives who fell to the ground and started a new round of killing.
The light of the sword is like an afterimage, and the blood is splashed like raindrops.
In just a few breaths, Ian had killed all the remaining natives who dared to fight back with guns.
Times have indeed changed, but they have not completely changed. The existence of the Ascendants and the technology of the pre-Terra era have indeed brought the offense and defense of firearms and armor into areas unimaginable by Earth's technology and demand.
But as the crystallization of the true "highest technology" at present, the existence of the Sublimator, even at the first level, is still more powerful than these firearms that are not too beyond imagination.
not to mention……
And the indigenous hunters who have fled away...
Ian took out the high-pressure water gun from his waist.
"Supercharge, launch."
He said calmly, instilling the source of essence, and then the water flow began to move rapidly. The cylindrical gun body was pressurized, and then shot out a straight stream of water, as powerful as a flying arrow.
The colorless water flow penetrates the human body, and when it breaks out of the body again, it turns red.
What's more, who says Ascended Ones can't use guns?
The incoming indigenous team was wiped out... there may have been some scouts observing from a distance, but that was all a trivial matter.
"The sword is broken. My skills are not good enough. I can't kill people without wearing out the sword, just like a butcher cutting an ox."
Amidst the torn wreckage and bloody water, the young man raised his sword.
Ian looked at the fine iron long sword that had been severely worn and the blade was a little bent. He shook his head slightly, then straightened it and put it back into the scabbard: "Change it and leave it to Elan for sword swing training. It will save money." Just save it.”
Alchemy and inscription experiments are enough money. Although he has money, good steel needs to be spent on the blade.
Until now, Ian still has not closed his precognitive vision.
the reason is simple.
He raised his head and looked at the woods on the other side: "Have you finished reading? You can come out now. I know you want to help me, but you don't need it."
Following Ian's gaze, he could see several figures walking out of the shadows in the forest.
The leader was a young man with blond hair and green eyes who looked at him in disbelief, even a little confused.